Well, here's chapter 6, I'm in a bad mood, I haven't been updated often, and I need a beta… deal with it. Sorry, today sucked, but I'm gonna write…er… type anyways. I don't own any part of the Underland Chronicles, the only thing I own here is the plot, so don't steal it. Suzanne Collins owns the series, so yeah. Okay, people, I updated the prophecy to have a repeating stanza so that the name of my story matches up better. Hope you like the add-on.
Chapter Six
Grace was speechless. Her skin turned ashen and then bright red in anger. Gregor could tell by the look on her face and the fire in her eyes that she was not happy.
Finally Grace was able to utter a few words. "Gregor… we are leaving… Now!"
"But Mom! Wait, I need to-," Gregor was cut off Grace.
"No buts! We are leaving and that's final! I won't have my baby down here again getting caught up in another crazy prophecy!" Grace told Gregor looking ready to explode. Gregor had to stay down there though.
Gregor looked pleadingly at his friends as his mom started to drag him away. It was a bit childish for Gregor to fight back like that, but he was desperate to stay, but it was to no avail. Grace just dragged him on forward, she was surprisingly strong when angry.
Then Ripred spoke up, "Listen, Grace, you don't understand how much we need your son right now. I must insist that you let him stay to fulfill the prophecy."
"No! I'm not letting this horrible place take my baby again!" Grace cried out on the verge of tears.
Ripred gave a sigh and then two sharp whistles. Two guards came jogging up and then stood at attention next to him. "Heh, heh, heh, it's good to be king," Ripred smirked, then spoke to the guards, "Would you two please escort Grace here to the dungeons? Give her the best cell you have, check on her and serve her often; we don't want to keep her prisoner, but we have no other choice, but to force her to stay so the "mighty" warrior here can help us with our little dilemma here."
Grace was carried off, screaming and shouting, by the guards. Gregor was about to go after her and started yelling at the guards to let her go, but Ripred silenced him. "Listen, boy, she is going to stay in the dungeon, but her stay will only be until you leave to fulfill the prophecy, and she will have the best of care, even in her cell. It will be much nicer there for her then it was for you."
Gregor was about to argue with Ripred, but he knew deep down that he was right. There was no other way for him to stay, and if he didn't there was no telling what doom would befall Regalia if he didn't carry out the prophecy.
"Well, I am sincerely sorry about your mother, Gregor, but we had no choice. If we are finished here, I believe Gregor should have a look at the prophecy," Vikus spoke up with a frown on his face which brought out the wrinkles from the years of stress on his face.
The group walked into the prophecy room together. About 15 minutes later after walking a ways, a thought suddenly came to Gregor's mind. "Hey guys, why didn't you tell me there were other prophecies about me during my last visit?"
"Ah, yes, I was wondering when you would ask that," Vikus replied. "You see, this prophecy was hidden in the room."
"Where was it?" asked Gregor, wondering where in the world a prophecy could hide unseen for hundreds of years until now.
"Right here," said Vikus, moving a small, loose block in the corner of the walls. On the other side was the prophecy, chiseled out in the smallest of writing.
All in all, one will be lost,
But, it may be switched, at another's cost.
Will they be together?
Or will one be lost forever.
- - -
The best answer is hard to come across,
But such is the way, of the prophecy of loss.
The warrior has passed away?
That is not what fate has to say.
- - -
The warrior has just been born, to grow stronger yet.
But, shall he grow? Or will he let his death stay set?
The choice is his, and his to face.
Will he let his love's light fade,
Or give his own, in her place.
- - -
Or will he be able to save them both?
To do this he must go through much growth.
All in all, one will be lost,
But, it may be switched, at another's cost.
- - -
Will they be together?
Or will one be lost forever.
The best answer is hard to come across,
But such is the way, of the prophecy of loss.
- - -
Four fliers, one crawler, and three killers you must take,
Two gnawers and one spinner, but all your lives are at stake.
Head to the fire lands, enter the Queen you must.
There you find your true enemy, will you succeed? Or burn to dust?
- - -
All in all, one will be lost,
But, it may be switched, at another's cost.
Will they be together?
Or will one be lost forever.
The best answer is hard to come across,
But such is the way, of the prophecy of loss.
- - -
The warrior must be prepared to make his choice fast,
If he does not, then surely none shall last.
So what is your choice warrior? What is your choice of?
Friends, enemies, yourself, or your love?
- - -
All in all, one will be lost,
But, it may be switched, at another's cost.
Will they be together?
Or will one be lost forever.
The best answer is hard to come across,
But such is the way, of the prophecy of loss.
Okay, so yeah, short, sucky chapter. Threw together the prophecy off the top of my head so yeah, I know it has a lot of problems. So yeah, more reviews equals more frequent updates. Oh and thank my sweet awesome beta, ILikeAres. She rules!